Once we had nothing more than the bed that we shared
When we were making plans, sketching dreams in the air
We were young
Now we wake from the dream
Stumble blurry-eyed, find ourselves at the gates
Of a new golden age

New golden age, learning how to fly
Picking our way through a violent sky
The landscape is strange, we are torn apart and yet we are alive
In the new golden age

Well we could walk so tall, holding love as a shield
We had a simple plan starting making it real
I am proud
But I'm afraid
But don't trust myself
There's no road, no map, no light guiding our way
Guiding our way through the

New golden age, learning how to fly
Picking our way through a violent sky
Starting again, we are torn apart and yet we are alive
In the new golden age
In the new golden age
In the new golden age

In the new golden age
In the new golden age
In the new golden age
In the new golden age

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jesse Quin, Richard David Hughes, Thomas Oliver Chaplin, Timothy James Rice-Oxley